WHOA! What's that? A new chapter? The first on in FIVE MONTHS?

Oh hai.

I saw all of your reviews about Linda's parents. XD

They ARE quite despicable.

But I say Ray handled it well, seeing as how his stress level was at an all-time high.

SUPER long chapter this time!

Hope you enjoy sibling bonding!

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Why did I let him go inside? WHY did I let him go inside? Linda growled internally as she jumped up to the stairs to the roof of the apartment complex.

Already, before she had even gotten outside, she could tell through the cracks of the door that there was some kind of light. A bright light that didn't seem welcoming at the end of a quick hallway that seemed to go on for eternity. Like the green mile. The light itself was so bright, it was completely white, and blurred the edges of the doorway. She squinted at it and covered her eyes, grimacing.

One foot after another, she slowly stepped one stair closer and closer to the door, almost tripping on each step. With her free hand, she clutched onto her dress, wrinkling it between her sweaty fingers. She was now level with the door, getting closer and closer before she stopped a foot away from it, just glaring at it. Her eyes traveled down to the very bottom crack, staring at it as it shined on her feet, ankles, and calves, illuminating and heating them. Her body trembled as she glared at the intangible source.

The nervous eyes trailed up to the handle, staring at it intensively. She didn't want to touch it. Like it would electrocute her, or open up a whole new world of hurt and problems for her. The moment she opened the door, Mozart's Requiem in D Minor would start playing in her head and she would get more depressed and know that her ending was coming.

But she mustn't think of that. Her best friend and her friend's neighbor were behind that door (hopefully) and she was going to (hopefully) save them.

With a flick of her wrist, her hand shot out and grabbed the door handle, twisting with all her might. The door flew open, into the building, like it was pushed by wind, almost smacking her; she had to jump back to avoid it. And that was the worst she had to worry about.

Nothing was blinding her. The light was gone, if there even was a light. The door had opened to the roof, just like she had expected, but it opened to a regularly, day lit roof. It had grown slightly darker, like an hour or two had passed, which was impossible, but it wasn't abnormally bright or white. She was overly confused now. She jumped through the doorway, standing still, waiting for something to happen. She looked back at the door, like the answer would be there. But nothing.

I guess this comes with the job. She thought, letting her arms drop limply to her side, allowing her eyes to wander around the roof.

Stone, cement and cinderblock surrounded her; to her right was just a large cinderblock wall. To her left was a tall stonewall that only reached so high until it led to open air. Straight in front of her were a few steps that must've led to the more open area of the roof. Carefully and cautiously, she advanced towards the steps, looking all around her. Nothing was making any sudden movements or making any weird noises, so she felt safer than she did inside the building. The wide-open space actually made her feel less vulnerable than before.

"Dana? Louis?" she called hesitantly, running her fingers along the stonewall, feeling the bumpy surface like she could grab hold of it. There was no answer.

Making it to the top, she looked across the vast stone surface of a large platform. The edges were decorated in rectangles and rhombuses, to give the building a medieval feel, looking nice to the eye of an onlooker. Maybe if they were in a helicopter. Her foot carefully stepped forward, rolling from her heels to her toes until it was flat. To her left was pure open air, looking out into the sky of New York. She didn't know whether the eerie darkness of the mid-day sky was because of how high up they were, or because of something more unknown to the city than the Ghostbusters.

A large stone bench was elevated towards the edge, like someone large and godly was to sit there. More crazy architecture, Linda thought indignantly.

Looking to her right, she found a large stonewall, blank, with no carvings or stone decorations. The only decorations were along the sides, like it was an art frame for a beautiful picture that was supposed to be painted on the blank piece of canvas. At the bottom though, stood Dana and Louis, Dana in her orange, fluid dress, and Louis with his tousled hair and shirt, both looking a little disheveled.

Linda gasped and stepped forward, "Dana!"

Neither of them looked to her.

"Dana we need to go find Peter! He can help you! He can help Zuul! And Vinz as well!" She said as the two of them, with heads rotating as slowly as a hand on a clock, turned to look at her. Their looks of pure ecstasy and annoyance scared her. They seemed to have been enjoying themselves, just staring at one another in front of the wall. She had seemingly interrupted a "romantic" moment.

Reluctantly, Linda took a step back. Dana and Louis, with their eyes fixated on her, began to move away from the wall, turning in the direction of the bench just across the way. Linda stared between them and their destination like they were about to walk into the wicked witches candy cottage to get eaten. Thinking like that should've made her move forward, to make them stop, but they had no longer decided to pay attention to her.

Their full intent was to make it to the bench now, forgetting about Linda's interruption, about taking them to safety. It seems that their safety was there.

Just as Linda had felt before, a sudden rush of invulnerability washed over her; the feeling of being out in the open had changed from when she was inside, in a confined space. Something seemed to protect where she was, instead of leaving her out to be defenseless and weak. The air seemed thick, like she was walking through jelly or Vaseline.

The looming feeling of being tired waved over her again suddenly. She had addressed how tired she was the entire time she had been running around the city or running up the steps, almost harming herself in the process. Her fatigue was getting her nowhere, and the dense air surrounding her wasn't making it any better. In fact, it made it worse, making her eyes droop, like she was in a bed, ready to fall asleep. But she thought to herself, I can't sleep. Not now. Not when I have a job to do. My best friend to save.

Furiously, she shook her head, her hair whipping her in the face as a slight breeze blew past. Dizzily, she darted her eyes around the roof, desperately trying to find the bench through her hazy vision. Finding it, after a moment of searching she found Louis and Dana atop one another, stroking each other sensually, looking ready to devour one another. With a gasp and a yelp, Linda actually took a step back, shocked by what she saw.

Turning to jump down the stairs, she covered her eyes to look away from a site. Why it had bothered her, she didn't know, but it was something she wasn't in the mood to deal with, or at least get in the middle of. She would let them go about their business before taking them to Peter. If he was okay that is.

After a moment of waiting to land on a step, any step, she opened her eyes and looked down. Her toe was vertical, pointing to the step she was supposed to land on, but she was nowhere near touching it. Instead, she floated above it, like someone was holding her up. Her hair and dress drifted up around her, like she was hovering over an air vent.

Wildly, she kicked at the air, like she was going to magically kick a leaver that would shoot her back to the ground so she could go and find some help or at least hide down by the door.

Wait, she thought, I'm floating.

A force she couldn't feel began to pull her away from the stairs.

"What the hell—what the hell is this! Put me down! Let me down! What is this—let me go!" she cried out, afraid of what could be holding her. She couldn't see anything and right now, her terror was building up into horror. She had never dreamed of being picked up by something she couldn't see.

"Why do they do this kind of thing?" she called out, directing the subject of the question towards the Ghostbusters.

Linda's eyes drooped as she gave one final kick. Something was putting her to sleep, like it was trying to before. The blanket of air warmed itself up, pulling her through the air. Her body went limp as she felt as thought a million hands were pushing on her back, surfing her towards the bench. Dana and Louis were rolling around with one another, paying no attention to the floating body coming their way; and they paid no mind when she was gently laid under the large bench.

Before her eyes fully closed, Linda looked out across the rooftop, picking out every little pebble that stuck out from the surface, trying to focus on something to keep her awake. But nothing worked. Light began to shine from the cracks of the stonewall across from her, and that was enough to finally put her to sleep.

To shut her eyes, and to put her in her dreams.

When the blackness encompassed her, leaving her with a warm feeling, but a cold breeze, the first face she saw was Tony's. Her little brother Tony. The broken Tony. He sat on the couch, reading a magazine in their hotel suite, a week or so after he had arrived back from the Bahamas. She had exited from her room to find him sulking, like he had done since he and his parents had come home.

Like she had remembered, Linda rubbed her hands together, looking around awkwardly. She stepped towards him, wondering why this dream was so déjà vu. When he looked up at her and smirked, she remembered.

This was when she talked to him about the Ghostbusters. When she had told him about how she wasn't talking to her Father or Step-Mom. At least not at that moment.

"Can I sit here?" she asked, trying not to sound too timid, pointing at the spot next to him on the crisp white couch. He looked at the spot and nodded approvingly, looking back to his magazine. Smoothing out her jeans, she sat down, trying to appear lady-like in her casual attire for that day.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, flipping a page in the magazine. She folded her hands in her lap and gazed at him, smiling sweetly.

"Can't a girl sit on her couch with her brother peacefully? Quietly?"

"With what's been going on in our lives? No."

With a big, heaving sigh, Linda's back slumped and she fell back into the couch, molding herself into its form until she looked like a true couch potato, "Tell me about it" she grumbled.

He turned to her, his eyes looking at her with curiosity. He scanned her quickly, head to toe, toe to head before looking her in the eye, "So where are you working right now that requires this… "unprofessional" attire?" he asked.

Tiredly, she blinked and looked up at him, pressing her lips together, "You heard Colette say that, didn't you."

"Couldn't help but hear it when she's whined to me about it for the past week. Now where are you working?"

She sighed, "With the Ghostbusters."

Tony furrowed his brows, "You mean the "Who you gonna call" guys? You're working for them?"

A nervous smile crept across her face and she nodded, "Yes those guys. I decided to work with them when they came to take care of a ghost problem in the hotel."

"We had a ghost problem?" he asked, skeptically.

"Key word is HAD. They do a lot of amazing things, Tony." She smiled.

"When you've got a job like catching ghosts, I can't help but agree."

There was silence between them. For the first time in a long time, this was their first real talk. One that lasted longer than a hello, how are you, goodbye. They were actually keeping conversation. She turned to look at her younger half brother, noticing their similarities and differences, in hair, eyes, over all demeanors; and especially in his mood. With her closest hand, she placed it on his knee and rubbed it.

"Are you holding up okay?"

He looked down at her and smirked, "Yeah I'm doing just fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure Linda." He said, slightly annoyed. His tone set her off.

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you! You're my little brother and the fact that you got stood up like that by some stupid little scumbag pisses me off. And it doesn't help that I wasn't there to support you when you got married, and to help you when she drop kicked you to the honeymoon suite!" she defensively, suddenly sitting up in her seat. She leaned on the back of the couch and pointed at him, giving him a look of unappreciation. She wasn't going to tolerate his sudden attitude.

And he wasn't going to tolerate hers either, "Please, don't even start this Linda! Seriously, I don't need you trying to act like you care! I heard what you told mom and dad, about her probably being some slut!"

"I never said anything like that! You would believe dad and Colette—putting words in my mouth! I'd hoped that you would realize that they aren't exactly the trustworthiest people! Especially not when it comes to us. That's why I don't talk to them anymore…." She huffed, trying not to raise her voice as he threw the magazine onto the glass coffee table and stood up, turning away angrily. He took what she said into mind, but asked no questions.

Crossing her legs, Linda fixed her shirt and looked up at him, "We don't always get along. I know that. We've had our differences, and we've had our opinions. But I swear to God that I never said anything like that…until you got home."

His dagger eyes glared at her and she lifted her hands, "I had every right her to call her what she is! She stood you up on your own honey-moon."

Putting them back in their holders, his dagger eyes slowly softened and he sat back down, rubbing his legs aggressively, like he was cold. He let out a sigh and made no attempt to look at his half-sister. Saddened by his silence, Linda trailed her eyes down to the floor, afraid to say anything. He lay back into the couch, looking up at the ceiling in thought.

"…So the Ghostbusters. Are they cool?"

She looked to him and smiled, "Yeah, they are. They're really nice."

"They seem kind of obnoxious and cheesy."

"That's only because of the commercials. They aren't very good actors."

Tiredly, he slumped his head in her direction and pressed his lips together, "Do they let you help catch ghosts and stuff?"

"No, they let me do paper work and figure out if they're over pricing things. They get a lot of business and they kind of need someone who's good with money."

"But you hate math."

"That doesn't mean anything." She said rather hastily. "Besides, they don't know that."

Tony sat up, quirking a brow and shifting himself to sit up comfortably, "Wait…you don't like doing things you don't like to do…does that make sense? Yes. Okay. Why would you still be working with them if all your doing is paper work and math?"

"Well…I like…working with them. Their paper work isn't so bad." She shrugged, crossing her arms. He smirked and narrowed his eyes at her dangerously.

"Oh, right. Why are you still working with them?"

"…Because I like working with them more than with Dad and Colette?"

"…I'll believe that. Anything else?"

Cautiously she looked at him and pursed her lips, contemplating telling her distant little brother about her schoolgirl crush. But why shouldn't she tell him about the ever charming, forever dorky Ray Stantz who has just so happened to have sucked her heart into a black hole full of nothing but thoughts of ghosts, ghouls and poltergeists. She dreamed of worlds that she would be stuck in so he would have to go and save her. They always lived happily ever after in the end.

Shifting herself, she turned to face him until she knocked knees with him, being close enough to whisper, unsure about the whereabouts of her parents. She looked him dead in the eye and folded her hands in her lap.

"Well, one of them, Ray Stantz, he—"

"Oh, you're getting it on with one of them, aren't you?" he laughed obnoxiously. Linda threatened to raise her hand high, prepared to smack him senseless, but refrained from even letting her hand twitched.

"No, Tony. I am not 'getting it on' with one of the Ghostbusters."

"Then you have a crush on one of them?"


"Oh you do. That's so cute." He teased, acting as girly as possible, as if they were schoolgirls. Finally Linda lifted her hand and smacked him across the arm, "Shut up!" she whined like they were children.

"Ow! So which one is it!" he growled, rubbing his arm.

"I already told you, Ray Stantz!" she said, exasperated.

"Which one is that?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"The one with the poofy hair? And the puppy-dog eyes? Kind of chubby and adorable?"

"Oh yeah, you definitely like him." He laughed and she pressed her lips together, trying not to grin stupidly. She began to turn pink and she looked down at her hands.

Tony sucked in a breath and patted her hand, "Well—as a professional, I should say that you shouldn't let your personal life get in the way of work. But, I've never followed that rule. So. Either get in his pants or quit immediately."

"Tony!" Linda shrieked, finally letting herself grin. Even though his words would normally make her furious, she couldn't be mad at him. He even grinned, pulling her into a wild hug, messing up her hair.

Both of their laughing became distant as if it was getting further and further away. It seemed that her vision became tunneled, and the picture of her and Tony wrestling blurred into a picture of her and Tony sitting down in the bar of the hotel, not drinking, just talking. Linda remembered this scene as well, being only a few days later when her father and Colette had just realized she wasn't talking to them. But they knew she was talking to Tony.

"So!" Tony's voice rang out in her head, sounding like he was speaking through a pipe. "How's it going with Ray?"

His voice was now loud and clear, blasting through her ears as if he was speaking into a microphone. Silence filled her head as she had paused before answering in the quiet, empty bar.

"It's going…okay…I guess."

"Have you told him about your essay yet?"

"I'm going to! I thought it would be cool to invite him to go with me to one of the excavation sights! But hse might've heard it in passing. I was talking to Winston about it yesterday…he thought it was really cool."

"Winston's the black one, right?" he asked, swiveling around in his hair, flipping his light hair out of his eyes. Linda couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, he is. And Peter's the loud one, and Egon's the quiet, smart one."

"And Ray is just the cutest!" Tony mocked and she laughed, shaking her head. She had gotten over hitting him when he teased her.

"Yes, yes he is." She agreed, looking up into the mirror behind all of the bottle of liquor. She stared at a reflection of herself and Tony, but standing behind her was none other than herself. She was watching herself. Spinning in her chair, she turned and looked behind her, puzzled, at the still empty bar, no copy of herself in sight.

Tony began to nod, "Will I ever begin to meet any of them?"

"…Probably not." She hesitated, "They don't get out very often. They're consumed by work."

"And yet you have flexible hours." He joked. She nodded.

"Pretty much. But they're pretty easy to get to know, even if you don't meet 'em."

Tony turned his chair to face her, resting his elbow on the slightly wet bar. "Tell me about them." He said with a quirked brow.

"Hm. Well. Peter's kind of loud, and sarcastic, like he doesn't really ever know when to shut up. He's really funny too, though sometimes when he talks to me I can't tell if he's being sincere or sarcastic. They both kind of sound the same. Winston, as you know, is the one I talk to a lot. He always makes sure to say hi to me when he comes in. I don't really think he knows what he's doing when he works with them, but he seems to have fun, I guess. And Egon! Egon seems like a sweetie! He doesn't talk to me a lot, but he's really smart! He's always doing these tests, and he's always super quiet! He seems really dedicated."

Her brother only nodded as she spoke, explaining all of her amazing co-workers, using emphasis on the descriptions she found most fitting to each. The entire time, she was looking him in the eye, not having a doubt in her mind that she knew them enough to explain them perfectly.

"And Ray—"

"I know, I know. He's so amazing! He's kind of shy and he's so nice to me! And he loves what he does, and I love how he gets so excited by his job! He's not like any other guy that I've ever met, blah blah blah!"

"Well he's not!" Linda laughed, shrugging like it wasn't a big deal.

His laugh echoed throughout the room as she pouted and turned away, just in time for her father and Colette to walk in unnoticed.

"He really is amazing Tony. I'm not kidding. He's just…special, you know? How did you feel when you met that girl in the Bahamas?"

Tony turned the back of his stool towards the bar and looked out across the dark room, leaning diligently on the edge of the counter. He squinted, deep in thought as he processed her question, "The girl from the Bahamas…I felt…like I could walk on air."

"Exactly," she said, poking him in the shoulder. "He gives me butterflies, Tony. Just the slightest look, even a hint of a glance from him and my stomach goes bonkers. I have never felt like that before. Ever." She said, becoming quiet as she lay her head down on her forearms, leaning on the top of the bar.

Immediately, they heard a scoff.

"No matter how many times we tell you how unprofessional your little infatuation is, you still talk about it like it means something." Colette laughed, walking over to them. Linda's father followed behind his wife and leaned on the bar, motioning for the lazy bar tender to come over and make him a glass of scotch.

Linda only looked up for a split second, catching a glance of the two superior figures. When she felt Colette's glare, she lifted her head and kept her eyes fixated on the colorful bottles that lined the wall. Tony looked at his birth mother and smiled awkwardly, "Hi mom."

"Hi my baby." She cooed, walking up and kissing his cheek tenderly. Tony glanced over at Linda, watching his half-sister sit there uncomfortably.

"So we're off to a business dinner, your father and I. We'll be back whenever. And we suggest that you stop talking about those little Ghostbusters when we're around." She smiled innocently, patting her son's shoulder, looking him in the eye, but directing it at Linda. Tony pressed his lips together and nodded.

"Okay mom. We didn't know you were here." He said monotonously.

"That's alright, we forgive you. Now, do as your told. Never speak of them again."

Tony rolled his eyes, "Ma, they do a lot of nice things for the city. Give us a break, they're the talk of the town."

"That doesn't matter! Now stop this nonsense; you have no need to get yourself affiliated with Linda's crowd. Your father and I must get to that business dinner! We have a very important investor meeting us. Walk us to the car, dear."

Colette spun on her heels and pulled her husband by the collar out the door. Tony stood up out of his chair and glared at the back of their heads, swearing under his breath. He pulled at his coat, frustrated, slipping it on.

"Your crowd—puh." He scoffed, turning to Linda, putting his hand on her arm, "What do they mean, your crowd. Linda, they don't know what they're talking about—"

Not looking at him, she touched his hand, "Tony. You remember why we're called half brother and sister, right?"

Confused, Tony squinted at her rather worried.

"…Because…two halves make a whole." She muttered, like she was reassuring herself of their unity.

Tony's eyes softened and he squeezed her arm, leaning in to kiss her temple, "I have your back, because two halves do make a whole. Gotta go. Love you."

Once his lips pulled away from her temple, her vision began to swirl, tearing at Tony's face as it tried to focus on it; the warm smile he was giving her, the saddened look he was directing at her. The vision seemed to gain claw-marks, ripping at the picture of Tony's face. It began to sputter, like some old movie reel and careened out of control until all she could see was white.

Floating in an abyss, she tried to turn all around, to find something, anything to give a sign of life. But all there was was white.


Tony's face flickers in her head, followed by the faces of her dad, her step-mom, Winston, Peter, Egon and finally Ray. His face engraved in the white after she saw it, his eyes glaring into her, seeming demonic.


The word reverberated through her head and pounded at her ears as their faces flashed by again, over and over like a slideshow, each picture becoming darker and darker. Red began to splatter across them, with pictures of New York turning black and burnt inserting itself in between their gloomy faces. Again, the last of the faces, Ray, grinned at her. His brows were turned down, his teeth bared revealing fangs and red eyes.


Linda threw her head back, astonished by the voice coming from Ray's mouth. She screamed, trying to block it out as it continued.


She thrashed again, feeling something rip at her clothing, like claws were beginning to let go of her, set her free.


With one final pull, Linda began to fall, out of the grasp of the invisible force, falling through the white. She screamed as the wind blew through her hair and through her torn up dress, which she could now see. Cuts and slashes were indented in her sweater and cloth, seeping blood through the edges, like she had been hurt.

As she inhaled to continue her blood-curtling scream, she blinked. That blink woke her up. Her screaming had been happening in reality, and she shot up the moment she saw concrete instead of white. She sat up, fast, slamming her head into the underbelly of the bench. Her hands flew up to her forehead and she began to roll around in pain, still slightly screaming, now beginning to sob. She opened her eyes, looking down at her dress, finding blood stains all over it, including the slashes.

She screamed again, pulling at the clothing, beginning to feel it burning her skin on her legs. She rolled out from under the bench and pulled at the ripping cloth on her body, hoping the burning would stop. Her dress was thrown into a heap in the middle of the rooftop and she rubbed her hands all along her body frantically, finding no cuts in her thin under slip.

No cuts, no burns, no harm was done. She sat there shaking, her breaths coming out in bursts of sobs. She rubbed her arms and as brought her knees up to her chest and lay down weakly.

What just happened? She thought.

A familiar bright light began to shine in her face. With tired, swollen eyes, she squinted into the light coming from big stonewall. She sat up, pushing herself onto her knees as her jaw dropped open, wind blowing through her hair and up her skin.

"…Oh no…." she murmured.

Sirens below indicated to the people lined along the streets that the Ghostbusters had arrived. They had been released from jail and followed by a group of protection to the apartments.

"Welcome to my lovely ladies home, boys!" Peter shouted as they all stepped out of the Ecto-Mobile.

They all smiled nervously and looked up at the building. Standing not too far from them, was Linda's parent, huddled together, staring up at the top of the building where a light was beginning to form, brightening the sky. They looked frightened and worried, making Ray feel worse.

Egon grabbed Ray's shoulder and shook it to make him feel better.

Through the crowd behind them, a man pushed through the people, trying to get up to the front of the line. An officer stopped him immediately, demanding to know who he was. The man only jumped up and down, looking for his parents, pointing at the huddled old couple. Hesitantly, the officer examined him before finally letting him through.

The man thanked him and hurdled over the police line, sprinting to his parents. From the corner of Ray's eye, he could see the man running up to the couple, getting their attention and hugging them. The man turned his attention to the building, staring at it like it was the last thing he was going to see before dying. Like he was going to go in there and save the day. But once he had finished looking sorrowfully at the building, he turned his attention to the Ghostbsuters.

Egon's grip tightened on Ray's shoulder as the man ran at them. An officer jumped in front of him.



Peter looked at him awkwardly, "Why yes we are. Thank you for noticing."

"Oh—you must be Peter! A—and your Winston, and your Egon! Which makes you Ray!" he said, looking like he had just found God. He looked so relieved he looked like he was about to bawl; he was panting like a dog.

Ray nodded, "Yes sir." He looked at the officer and slowly nodded to him, allowing him to let the man go.

"Thank you so much. My name is Tony, sir! I've heard so much about all of you from my sister! Such great and amazing things!"

The wind started to blow around them, whipping their hair around their heads. Tony looked up at the top of the building again before looking to Ray who looked at him in surprise. It was Linda's brother. Tony pointed up, squinting.

"My sisters up their isn't she?" he called over a sudden boom of thunder and lightening.

Ray looked up and began to nod, "We think so."

Tony swallowed down bile that crept up his throat, "…you're going to get her down safe, right?"

"…Of course." Ray said, looking at him sincerely.

"Good. Because—she's the half that completes my whole! And if you don't—you're dead! You got that?" Tony said, pointing at him threateningly, but his shaking voice gave away his fear and uneasiness.

Ray smiled and patted his shoulder, "I got it. I'll do everything I can! I promise."

Tony began to smile, the wind blowing past them again, "My sister was right about you! You're not like any other guy she's met! I'm counting on you!"

The sky began to rumble, and all of the Ghostbusters looked up to the roof as Tony slipped back to his parents. Ray glared determinedly up into the sky and sucked in a breath.

"I think we're gonna have to put a little over time in on this one!"